Judgment day

I did not see my wife until about ten minutes before Noime was expected home from school. When I did see her, I had not a clue as to her state of mind. She wasn’t talking.

I stuck to my knitting. Best not to make what might be bad, worse.

Noime came in as if nothing was out of the ordinary. She was either a very good actor, or she really believed all was OK. Either way, it was probably for the best. As I was getting my regular after school hug, my wife called us both over to the dining room table and told us both to sit down.

Noime, when I was a couple of years older than you are now, I discovered sexual feelings inside me and I did not know what to do about it. I spent years confused about those feelings. I am sure that I would have had a far happier life if I had a way to deal with those feelings and a safe place to learn about my sexuality. I suspect that your Uncle had the same issues, though I doubt, being a man, he will admit it! What happened last night makes it clear to me that you have discovered your sexual self. It also makes clear to me that you need help and guidance in learning about your body and your sexual needs. But, and there is a ‘but,’ there are two things you need to understand. First, I am a married woman. I love my husband. I will never leave him for anyone. Second while I enjoyed what you did to me last night, I prefer men. It is my hope that you will learn to prefer men too! ... You may continue to be with us at night, but you need to learn about a man’s body and while you may continue to touch me, you need to learn that I am part of a couple. That means you need to learn to touch your Uncle. It is my sincere hope that at some time you will decide that men are more your interest than are women. In the meantime, although I will ask your Uncle to touch you, he also isn’t yours. He’s mine. We will teach you. We will protect you while you learn. We will make sure you learn well and safely. You may not touch anyone else. Not until you are a lot older! You must not talk about this with anyone else. Do you have any questions?

Tita Ann, will you teach me how to use make-up?

Yes. Child, do you have any questions about the subject I was talking about?

You mean I can love both of you?

You already do love both of us. This discussion was about sex!

Tita, then I guess I don’t understand. What I felt last night was love. Anyway, I think it was love. I love Uncle too, but I have been afraid to show it to him, because I think you will get mad at me. If I could find a way to crawl into your bodies and be inside you both, I would do it! Does that sound crazy?

Oh, Noime! Sweet child. Come here and kiss me!

And Noime, true to form put a lip lock on my wife. That certainly was an education to the older female. After a few minutes of heavy breathing and some sexual manual mauling, (of Noime to my wife,) my wife broke off and told her to go kiss me. For the first time I was receiving in front of my wife, the kisses I had been receiving for some time from Noime. And my wife, will wonders never cease, was approving of it.

What my wife had missed was that Noime had told the truth. For her there was no dividing line between love and sex. She engaged with sex out of love and loved those with whom she was having sex. She would never consider having sex outside our home because she had no need to do so. This is where she was loved and this is where she got all the sex she would ever want. It would take a long time for my wife to come to that realization. But I am getting way ahead of myself!

What actually happened was that my wife waited for my kiss to be completed before telling Noime, Come child and help me get supper ready.

I withdrew from them and went back to what I had been doing while my two females teamed up to make our supper. I felt relieved but was a little fearful that my relief might be premature. Still, it had gone far better than I had imagined.

Supper was an experience, but not because of the food. Oh, the food was fine, but the real doings had to do with a surfeit of questions that Noime had about her body. Menstruation, puberty, breasts, bras, makeup, what boys liked and why, how girls thought about sex, how Noime thought about sex, pregnancy, birth control, birth, medical exams… everything just spilled out of her in the form of questions. We sat at the table long after supper just listening to Noime and answering her questions. It was close to nine at night when we got up from the table and my wife suggested we all take a shower and head on to bed.

I was the last one through the shower. My wife had spent time on Noime, and herself, to make the night special for her and us. My wife could not have looked sexier in her oh so short red satin slip. She had Noime wearing one of her lace camisole tops. The bed sheets were pulled down and the overhead light was off, in favor of two candles. There were extra pillows on the bed.

Come lie down on the bed, husband. It is time I teach Noime about a man’s body.

Well, damn, I guessed I could play along and hoped that Noime would be able to do so as well. I hung up my robe. I don’t wear PJ’s or anything. So I was naked as I positioned myself in the middle of our king size bed. Two pillows were placed under my neck and head. My wife placed some scented oil in Noime’s hands and on her own. Each was kneeling by me on the bed; one on each side. Their knees touching my hips. My member was, if not flaccid, not rampant either. My wife put her hands on my cock and started to play with it. Stoking it. Stroking my ball sack. She then sat back and had Noime do the same thing. Having my wife put Noime’s hands on my cock and assist her in stroking my member brought old glory to full attention in a hurry. I had never even fantasized about such a thing. This was beyond erotic.

The manual stimulation went on for a while as my wife provided pointers and Noime appeared to be getter better and more competent. A couple of times, Noime slipped out of her role and did something she had not been ‘taught’ yet. But my wife simply assumed that Noime was getting the hang of it and showed no concern. Every once in a while my wife would stop to discuss the merits of some technique. This was a revelation to me. I was unaware she had ever thought any of this through. The fact that she had theories about what she did was news to me! Every once in a while Noime would stop and ask a question about my genitalia. Were all men the same size? Did the same techniques work for all? How long could a man stay erect? Did it hurt when it was hard? She also asked about how long lovemaking normally lasted. She asked about how long a woman could remain stimulated. This was the oddest, most loving, intensely erotic and magical night of my life and it had just barely begun.

The oil was for sex play and edible. My wife explained this and then, I swear to God, showed the child, how to go down on me, something she had not done in a very long time. Once she had demonstrated, it was Noime’s turn and this time because my wife had no way of knowing what Noime was doing to me inside her mouth, Noime did not stay with the program and almost got me shooting into the little imps mouth. Between the tongue play and the suction she created, I was almost a goner. But she seemed to know this and shut me down just before I blew. On her side she was tasting strawberry along with cock. When she stopped, Noime commented to my wife that strawberry cocks were good, but she was getting hungry. My cock wasn’t giving her anything to eat! My wife almost lost it, not knowing exactly how to respond. I stepped in, regaining my composure, telling Noime that I might give her something to eat, but I would prefer to put it in her pussy if she and my wife would not mind.

That started what must be one of the weirdest conversations I have ever heard.

I’m not sure she can take you! You might hurt her.

I want him to try. I’ll tell him if it hurts. OK?

Noime, he is not the biggest man, but for you he will be very big. You are too young!

No, I want to try. I want him inside me. Will you help me put him in?

You want me to help you take my husband’s cock and put it in you?

Yes, Tita! Will you?

Noime, promise you will tell me if it hurts. OK?

OK Tita. I promise.

I just lay there, member rampant, Noime, continuing to stroke me, and my wife playing with Noime’s breasts and giving her little kisses as they discussed the possibility of Noime impaling herself on my dick. As Noime promised her Tita, the two entered into a deep and fervent kiss. It lasted for quite a bit before my wife broke off, nibbled Noime’s ear and moved around to the back of her niece. She positioned the child so that Noime was looking at me, knees higher than my hips, so that as the child lowered down, her labia came into direct contact with my glans.

My wife, also straddling my legs behind the girl, reaching around her, was fingering Noime’s pussy with one hand and guiding my cock to the child with the other.

Noime continued to play act as if this was her first time and had no idea that I would fit inside. My wife had no idea that Noime could easily accept my dick. Noime and I knew she could. But we played along, even to the extent that Noime made some noises of discomfort as she “tried” to accommodate me, and I grunted at the difficulty of entering her.

My niece was then and continues to be a tight fit for me. But fit I do. Slowly the bald little pussy pubic bone rested on mine. My wife continued to play with Noime’s clit, which was clearly having an impact on the child. Noime was having multiple mini-orgasms and leaking on me.

My wife moved over to our side and on her knees, next to Noime, started kissing Noime again.

Are you OK? Is he too big for you?

No, Tita, Uncle is perfect! I love this Tita! At which point Noime started bouncing on me, forcing my member to slam into her time and time again. But as she did this she held on to my wife, with her hands on my wife’s breasts, their lips locked. Seeing a possibility open, and being nothing more than a spring board for my niece at the moment, I snuck a finger into my wife’s pussy and started playing with her clit.

Noime had already had many little orgasms and was not just getting a good fucking, I was close to blowing in her cunt. But as I worked my wife’s cunt while Noime worked her breasts and continued to kiss her, my wife came hard.

As my wife’s hot cum juices drenched my hand and wrist, I came hard in Noime, shooting straight up into her little cunt. That produced an ear curdling scream from the child and an orgasm that came damned close to squeezing my dick in two.

Noime canting forward, collapsed on me. My hand was still inside my wife and I pulled her forward by her pussy, to lay by my side. Now with my head and my wife’s side by side, I turned toward her, kissed her and asked, Are you OK?

Yes, oh yes. I am more than OK. God, how do you even describe what we just did? Yes, I am fine, husband.

My cum soaked cock had slipped out of Noime, as we three lay there on the marital bed. And so, exhausted, funky with the smell and residue of sex, we slept as we were.

When morning did come, we were all still there. My cum was encrusted on Noime’s pussy and thighs. We all smelled of sex. My wife was the first one to shower, after which she sent Noime in to wash up. I just lay there in my altogether, waiting my turn and wondering how the rest of the day would work out. It was weird enough commenting to my wife on her adventures, but now it was me, whose cum was inside our niece. Even though my wife had been a very willing participant last night, I had no idea what the morning would bring.

Exiting the CR and dressing alone in the bedroom, I was well aware that when I walked out into the rest of the house, I would be stepping into a new life. I just wasn’t sure what life that would be. What had happened so far was so far from normal as to make any guessing now useless.

Leaving the bedroom, I exited the air-con¹ and into the warmth of the world of the Philippines. Large ceiling fans cool the rooms and they are generally comfortable, but the transition every morning still startles me a bit. Yet, dressed in a tropical weight short sleeve shirt, shorts, sandals and no socks, I was comfortable. On the table a mango was cut up and waiting. My coffee had been brewed. Noime was eating some fried rice and a frankfurter, all dressed up in her school uniform. She gave me a big smile.

My wife entered from the dirty kitchen with a sexy little top and shorts on. She came over, kissed me on the neck and said, Good morning, mahal². You look pogi³ this morning! Doesn’t he Noime?

Oo!⁴

And so started my day. But that is not exactly how it progressed. As soon as Noime was off to school, my wife grabbed me and drug me back to the bedroom, pushing me on to our bed which she had just made. Flat on my back, my wife just about landed on me. It is fair to say that she was as horny as I had ever seen her. Her kisses were beyond passionate. Her hand attacked my belt and shorts. If she could have ripped them off, I think she might have done so.

I had kicked off my sandals by the time she, getting up, pulled my shorts and briefs off. Before she jumped back on me she also pulled off her shorts and panties. I still had my shirt on and she her top. That evidently did not matter. My cock now in her hands, she worked me until I was erect enough for her to get me inside her. That was not difficult. She was dripping wet! Now inside her, she was above me as she grabbed me by my shirt and rolled us over. I was now inside her and on top.

The heat of her pussy on my cock was intense. She was breathing hard even though we had yet to really get after it. My wife is not a talker during sex. Well, she wasn’t up until that moment.

Fuck me hard, Mahal. Hard! Do it now! I need you, Mahal!

Her legs were wrapped around me. I pounded into her tight pussy. It might not be as tight as Noime’s, but it was still tight. My wife is truly beautiful and it was not a hardship to be fucking her as she requested. Her small breasts bouncing, her straight black hair against the white pillow case, her lovely coffee with cream complexion, her cute little Asian nose, her dark black eyes looking at me in a way that might be ‘pleading.’ I am a foot taller than my four foot, ten inch wife. Just being with her was physical domination. And now as the domination was essentially complete, it was not hard to feel the emotion of desire, need, longing, affection and love, that I felt welling up in me, as I rammed my fully erect member repeatedly into her tight wet pussy. We didn’t change from the missionary position once in those ten minutes before we both came in thundering orgasms.

I rolled off and we lay side by side for quite a while before my wife spoke. Am I as good for you as Noime?

What type a question it that? Jeezus!

I don’t want to lose you, Mahal!

No never will you lose me. That is not possible. Noime will likely grow up find a boy her age and move on. We are connected for life and that’s exactly how I want it.

But you want her too!

Yes and so, it would seem, do you.

There was silence for a while.

Let’s shower and get dressed, Mahal. I need to go shopping and you need to work.

There are moments when you look around and everything looks both the same and totally different at the same time. As I looked out the window, as I looked around our home, as I sat at my desk, there was a sense that I had jumped though a worm hole to another dimension. This was my world and yet it wasn’t. The same and yet transformed.

If luck is the residue of careful preparation, there still remains a dram of random chance that essentially describes all events in our universe. I had had no way of knowing exactly what and how Noime would be once things started with us. I had no idea what emotional mechanisms were at play in my wife’s head as things progressed last night.

There had been the real possibility that things might have either shut down or gone totally wrong. It had been a massively risky proposition. My hubris at initiating the process was probably beyond foolish. I had risked everything that was dear to me.

And now, as I sit at my computer typing the events that had actually transpired, I wonder if I was dreaming all this or has it really happened? Are the fingers that are typing these keys, the ones that were inside my wife, as I fucked my ten-year-old niece, just twelve hours ago? How is that possible?

I work at my desk until noon. I am called to eat lunch by our maid. My wife is not home yet. A little panic sets in. Will everything be OK when she comes home? I just can't come to terms that the world has gone topsy-turvy in such as wonderful way! Yes, I had wanted Noime. Yes, I had never wanted to lose my wife. Yes, I had wanted a way to have my cake and eat it too. Yes, to all of it! But to have it actually work out? Shit! That is beyond my ability to fathom, even if I had put the damned thing in motion.

It is three in the afternoon when my wife reappears, all smiles and enthusiasm. Come see what I got! she calls out as she bustles into the bedroom. It doesn't seem ominous and a sense of relief courses through me. My wife is already stripping down as I entered. Off come the undies she had left in and on goes a sexy new set. What do you think? Seksi⁵? I buy same for Noime! Indeed, she has purchased matching undies for Noime and herself. Here is the clearest evidence that I have passed through a wormhole! My wife has added Noime to our life and we are now officially a threesome of two adults and a child.

I take a good look at my wife. I bet you we can fuck without ever taking any of that off.

Try!

I am already hard and tenting a bit against my shorts. My wife is standing there, bare footed with little pink panties and bra. Nothing else. Dropping my shorts and briefs to the floor and stepping out of my sandals, I put my hands behind my wife's thighs and lift her up. She wraps her legs around me. With one hand I pull the crotch of her panties to the side as I slide in. She is soaking wet. I am rock hard. This is the second fuck of the day and I had been in Noime last night. I am no longer a young man. Holding my wife like this is good for a bit but I am already looking to put her on the bed. I am excited and she is so excited that it is hard to fathom. My wife's mouth is on mine and her tongue is deep in my mouth. Her arms encircle me and hold tight. Her heals beat a rhythm on me, as she bounces on my cock. My thighs are dripping from her juices as they flow out of her.

And then we pass through another wormhole as my wife pulls her mouth back away and yells, She’s mine tonight! You can have her later. Tonight she does me! ! And with that my wife has one of the most intense orgasms I have ever experienced with her. The floor was now slippery with her juice. I am pushed into a higher gear. I toss my wife onto the bed and re-take her, throwing her legs over my shoulders and pounding her as hard as I can. She is yelling, Harder! Harder! Fuck your old whore! Cum in your old whore! And I do. Oh, do I ever.

Afterward, we just hold each other without words for a while before getting up and showering. I return to my work and my wife joins our maid in getting supper prepared. As I work, I continue to ponder what is happening in my world, not that I seem to have any control over it at the moment. Once set in motion, things move independent of my direction or control. It appears that later in the evening, I will be the observer but not a primary participant. That is OK with me as I am pretty well spent. But the reality that my wife is lusting after Noime is a real revelation.

As the clock reads 4:30PM, we have a visitor. Gina walks in announcing that she is spending the night. That is a kink that we had not planned upon. I can see my wife is a little disappointed. But I am just off my balance enough, that what sound nuts comes out of my mouth essentially unfiltered. That’s great Gina. You will sleep with me and Noime will sleep with your Tita tonight. OK?

Gina proves to be possibly the most unflappable little girl that has ever walked this earth. She looks up at my wife as with the biggest of smiles and says, Wow, that’s cool! Thank you Tita!

My wife, looking at Gina and rolling her eyes says, You’re welcome child. And closing her eyes, just shakes her head in disbelief with a small smile across her lips. She then looks up, over at me and silently mouthed, Thank you. I just nod an acknowledgment.

Gina sits down at her Tita's laptop and starts playing a game on Facebook. I once more go back to my work, wondering if I should text Noime and clue her in on the doings or just allow things to play out. I am still puzzling that over when at 5:30, Noime walks through the door. My little angel sees Gina and immediately engages in a conversation, during which Noime is informed that she, Noime, would sleep with her Tita and that I am sleeping with Gina, Gina taking that fact as a point of pride. Our maid heard most of this and shows me why we kept her, by ignoring everything.

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Chapter 5